Fear for a child is very different to the adult and exactly the same the child inhabits another decade, in the past, another life before they knew they were who they become the child wets the bed because she misses her mother who is beautiful, ethereal, slender and absent the smell of her still lingers […]
I went, I read, I’m stunned – reblogged it
Thank you so much 💓
Incredible ❤️
I didn’t last there, darling. After the most recent hack – I killed the account. I don’t know why I even thought I could tolerate FB. Forgive me, it’s just never gonna be my cup of crazy.
Where were you on FB?
Love you. Get my email?
Really can’t blame you I feel that way too
Checking 💓
you know my mind so well. Hugs!
This is so well written it takes my breath away